Poetry

It comes to me in my dreams Hides away, inside of me. With each turn of the pen, It unleashes it's fury onto the empty page Not to know it's destiny until it’s completed. Each crimson word explaining something that has changed me. My spirit, heart, and soul Controls every word on every line, Telling me the truth every time. Blank, white paper Teasing and taunting me until I cant take it anymore My weapon of choice? A pen of course! I need no words, For my poetry tells all I have to say, My deepest thoughts, to you I convey.